"That's not how you use a bed." She rolled her eyes. There wasn't really a right or wrong way to use a bed, but it sure sounded like it from the way she said it. She went over to him and broke the unspoken no physical contact rule, gently pressing on his shoulders. "When I said 'try it' I didn't mean to use it the least amount possible. Try to actually get comfortable."

He blinked twice before sorta seeming to lean backwards away from her touch, no one usually touched him other than his parents for ... contact sessions. He wasn't used to it but clearly was just mostly shy about the contact, seeming a bit more relaxed about Electa herself but still not exactly wanting to touch her.

Electa kept her hands on his shoulders until he was lying on his back. She then folded her arms and nodded once, as if satisfied with her work. "That's much better."

He seemed awkward and he squirmed a bit. "It's s-squishy."

"It's better than the floor," she pointed out. "Now all you need to do..." she swung his legs up onto the bed and took a step back afterward. "There. Is that any better?"

He blinked three times in shocked, seeming confused on why it was so soft. "I think I s-sunk in a bit."

"...Is that a bad thing?" She asked, confused

He stared up at the ceiling and gave a small shrug, he seemed ... entranced so to speak with how soft it was. It wasn't solid solid but it was there.

"See? Isn't it so much better than the floor?"

He gave a small nod, but it seemed like this was more than what he usually was able to feel satisfied with. He didn't think he really needed much but this, to him, was quite a bit.